She pointed to the middle of her thighs and said that she had knots in that area. She asked me if I could rub that part. I put my hands on her thigh a...rea that was still under the material of her shalwar and started to feel around for the knot and to rub it out. I worked with long strokes and I worked on both thighs at the same time, one under each hand. I didn’t like this part as much because the material made it difficult to slide my hands smoothly. Instead I found myself battling with the. I ache for his kiss and yet I wonder what it cost him to deny himself as well. One of his hands fisted in my hair, the other pushes down on my shoulder and my knees buckle. I look up at him smiling at how sexy his body is in the light of the flame. Knowing what is expected I rub my mouth across the tight jeans where his cock is stiff and waiting for my mouth. I slowly unbutton the jeans and his hands release me. I enjoy this moment when he relaxes and turns control over to me. We have danced. Master rested his feet on its body and casually kicked its aching tits as he ate. In the evening it became their entertainment. It was whipped, caned, submitted to cigarettes, needles and electricity. Occasionally they forgot the tens unit in its cunt and asshole were still on the highest setting and went to sleep leaving it lying on the ground its holes being fried all night. In the morning Master would then be angry, not because of it, but because of the waste of electricity. Torturing it. You said so. I like you and the age difference doesn't mean all that much to me. Besides, I always lusted after Daddy. You might make a great daddy." S ... S ... S ... Simone," I stammered. "My daughter and I live in the same dorm. She's a 16 year old sophomore. I have a feeling she's about 2 years younger than you. How do you think she'd take us?" We haven't got that far ... yet. And we might not." Then she explained, "But this is what people were made for. The propagation of the species ....